Chapter 101 - The Acceptance & The Rockstar III

"Alright, folks, I know five days of dancing, music, and, let's be honest, probably questionable buffet choices have taken their toll. I see some kids in the crowd, too—gotta keep bedtime sacred. So, I'll keep it short, sweet, and to the point. Three days from now, midterm elections are happening. Big day. Why? Because this one's not just about picking names off a ballot; it's about deciding whether America gets a third major political party.

"Don't vote for me, vote for the future of this nation. Future of your kids and grandkids. I've brought transparency, justice, and honesty to the Federal government. I know, sounds like a LinkedIn humblebrag, but it's visible. But America isn't just the Federal government. Every state, every office—it all matters. And to really change this country, we need more than just one guy in a white building. We need the National Technocratic Alliance to win big.

"Now, why should you vote for NTA? Let me pitch you something new—The Good Tax. You know and I know that most companies dodge taxes all the time with tax havens, and yeah, I could ban that. But greed is like a bad houseguest—it always finds a way back in. So instead, I'm rolling out the Adopt A Project plan. Companies can earn tax breaks if they pick up Federal and State infrastructure projects and actually finish them—roads, schools, hospitals, you name it. Think of it as corporate America finally doing the dishes.

"Will it be easy? Nope. But I have my ways—let's just say I've got a sanction itch that needs scratching. And hey, America holds up global trade with its strength. I'm pretty sure those corporations want to stay invited to that party."

Tony took a quick pause to let people digest his idea. Then, he continued with the next plan. This one was related to something that affected all Americans—Insurance. Since he had already reformed the IRS and made it transparent, even for companies and not just the government, it was now easier to handle insurance compliance.

If an insurance company reaches more than a 30% rejection rate, it would be put under government scrutiny and an A.I. would assess every rejection. Furthermore, due to access to the IRS and health records, assessing insurance would become easier.

On top of that, by law, each hospital and doctor was now obliged to be an in-network provider for all insurance companies. Medicare and Medicaid were no longer optional, and every hospital and doctor had to entertain them. Yes, it was draconian, but the condition of healthcare was so abysmal that he had no other choice.

Finally, he announced FDA reforms to make it stronger and stricter. Grocery stores would be forced to put healthy food at the front of the aisle, and according to the level of healthiness, the worst food would be at the far back. It was an indirect way to force companies to make healthy products.

All food packages must contain large, numerical, and accurate warnings for the amount of sugar, type of sugar, salt, and other harmful ingredients at the front. Moreover, high-fructose corn syrup was added to the 'unhealthy category' of ingredients. There was a massive lobby behind it, but Tony simply didn't give a damn about any lobby group.

Also, a special app was just launched by Tony. One had to just scan a food item with a camera and it would tell if the food was healthy or not. If it had too much sugar or not. Diabetic patients could just tick the box in-app and the app would warn them if they picked any food bad for them. Same for heart disease and such.

Finally, he announced that schools would no longer be allowed to serve slop. No more trash pizzas and weird gooey soups. A standard calorie and nutrient-focused diet would be followed.

"Let me ask you. If your grocery store has a health food section, what's the rest of the store? 'Living on the edge' aisle?"

He left it at that and asked them to vote gray in the coming election. To vote for the NTA.

Then, slowly, his boosters sprang to life and he gained altitude. The mic was still in his hand.

"By the way, it's pretty late, so food and drinks are on me all night! Well, except for the alcohol, obviously. We've got kids here, people—let's keep it to three per person. No need to get wild."

And with that, a wave of ear-deafening cheers resounded. Slow, recorded music started to echo, marking the end of the crazy festival.

Tony flew away alone, leaving the Iron Guardians to handle the crowd.

Tired after his performance and the long day, he returned to the White House at speed, already past dinner time. The Secret Service men guarding the premises ignored his return, too used to it.

Tony entered the Oval Office and reclined back in his chair. He threw away his suit jacket, lazily untied his tie, and kicked off his formal shoes. He'd done all he could to campaign for the midterms and now it was up to the people who they chose. Whether they wanted a third party to be a thing or not.

"Jarvis, play some old, classical music that can put me to sleep," Tony ordered.

"Sir, I recommend you rest in your bed. Your stress levels are currently elevated," Jarvis suggested, while subtly playing soothing music.

"Yeah, I'll survive, pal." Tony leaned back, eyes closed like he was catching a quick nap. "Get me a report on Project Pebbles. It's going to be my final gift to this country before I ditch this whole President gig."

"The project is on schedule, Sir. The boosters have been built and the cosmic arms are being reinforced. ETA remains at four months and three days."

"That—"

Knock! Knock!

Tony raised his head as the door opened. He wasn't expecting anyone since it was past dinner time, but seeing who it was, it made sense.

"Nat." He waved at his favorite spy, red-headed as ever, but with straightened hair, let loose. To his surprise, she didn't wear an office suit that day but rather normal tight jeans, a T-shirt, and a jacket.

Natasha closed the door behind and gave a seductive smile, perhaps a habit by now. Even the way she walked swayed her hips in the most delicious of ways. "Looking… alive."

Tony chuckled and lazily folded his arms behind his head. "Talk about it. I still regret becoming the President."

"So, they're right, then," Natasha purred, her voice low. She stepped closer, her heels clicking softly on the floor, and placed a file on Tony's desk. "Kings who don't crave the throne yet sit on it, are often the best rulers… Here," she whispered, leaning in slightly, "let me give those shoulders of yours a little massage while you read."

Tony merrily accepted her offer and sat up straight so she could squeeze his shoulders with her graceful but strong hands. He grabbed the file and opened it. "What's it about?"

"Henry Pym... Seems he's been a little too quiet about his A.I. research lately. I remember you warning me about the dangers of uncontrolled A.I. I think he's pushing things too far, but I'm not sure how to approach him. You know how stubborn he can be." Natasha leaned in closer, her voice low and enticing as she lightly pressed her hand on his shoulder. "Take a look. I don't know what he's really up to."

Natasha massaged his neck and shoulders while humming behind his chair, her hands moving with expert precision. Slowly her hands went down, gliding over his chest and eventually, her one elbow rested on his shoulder. She leaned in even lower, her warm breath grazing teasingly near his ear.

Her charming face rested right next to his while her one hand skimmed over his belly and belt, ticklishly rubbing over his pants and caressing the bulging tent forming between his legs. Her back arched, beautifully formed glutes jutting up, and her legs straight behind.

Tony welcomed her intimacy and focused on the file. There were some codes, some numbers, and a lot of technical jargon. It was clear that Natasha had this information stolen or Hank wasn't that good at cybersecurity.

"It's definitely an A.I.," Tony murmured. "But this? It's more than just A.I. I mean, I coded Jarvis, and gave him a few upgrades here and there. But this… this feels like it's got more automation. Almost a biological vibe to it. Huh. Confusing…"

"You seem rather stiff." Natasha cooed just then and pulled his chair back. Her lush, jeans-clad legs skirted around, and she gracefully stood in front of him. "Maybe I can clear your mind."

Tony's eyes flickered to her for a moment, before eyeing the documents again. A subtle smile appeared on his face as he muttered, "Any help would be appreciated."

In an effortless motion, Natasha pushed her hair back over her shoulders and knelt gracefully in front of Tony. Her slender shoulders fit perfectly right between his wide legs, her curving midsection and honey-soft ass extending underneath the table.

When her open palms slid up Tony's pants, he felt the shiver igniting his playful lust.

Natasha gently unbuckled his belt and unclasped his pants. And, with a little help from Tony's nonchalant movement, she pulled down his pants and underwear towards his ankles with practiced ease.

Tony's virile masculinity instantly came out, pointing toward the thing it wanted most, Natasha's glossy red lips. The veins of his half-grown cock throbbed with excitement, his flesh twitching with eager need.

Natasha smiled charmingly, knowing they were both expecting this. Her hands squeezed Tony's thighs, leaning down even lower as she parted her lips. Today she was going to challenge herself, not using her hands to take in his rigid flesh entirely.

Her pale little nose nudged Tony's cock, licking the underside of his length with her wet, slithering flesh. Then, the tip of her tongue swirled over his cock head, her plump lips capturing her target in between. She suckled his crown, sucking in his length as her head went lower and lower, pulling him in deeper and deeper into her throat without using her hands.

Bit by agonizing bit, Tony felt his cock drawn into her mouth. It passed her gently grazing pearly white teeth, sliding over her massaging tongue, and smushed right between her tight throat muscles. The pull was constant, wave after wave, pleasuring him with tight kneads. It was impossible for him to stop himself from extending his hand to caress her arching back, resisting the hungry urge to drag her closer, her mouth deeper, and as soon as possible.

"Uh… I can feel my mind clearing up already." Tony muttered as he finished reading the report. He put the file back on the table and looked down. Her swaying hair and that insanely beautiful face. He really missed that.

Natasha's eyes locked on to his gaze while she sucked him continuously, her hands massaging his thighs. With tight gulps, clean and strong strokes, the kneeling little maid polished his knob deftly. Her fiery red hair swayed along with her bobbing head, beautifully framing her fascinating face. The shape of her red lips pouted adorably over his girthy manhood.

The long wet licks around his cock, and the tight massages against the ceiling of her mouth; Tony felt utterly aroused. His sinewy length grew to his full vigor right between her lips, pulsating against her tongue.

Natasha could feel his entire heat filling up her mouth, but she didn't stop. Even when his cock was already pressing against the back of her throat, nudging her tonsils as her head bobbed up and down, she still didn't gag or pull back from him.

"He's… trying to build an A.I. based on his own brain patterns. I'd say it's a-ah… god, you're great at this. It's a risky game he's playing. Knowing him, an A.I. like that would probably end up being as unpredictable as he is—definitely not the kind of thing you want running around."

"Hmm…" Her throaty moan sent prickly vibrations down his stiff pole.

Natasha gobbled the life out of his cock, slurping the saliva-covered distended flesh. She pushed her face down between his legs, almost touching his balls with her chin. Her head bobbed along his length, struggling to keep him inside when she reached the tip of his cock.

She sucked and licked, making popping sounds every time his wet cock escaped her mouth. Her hands gripped his thighs every time, annoyed by the restless, slippery shaft.

Finally, she relented with a huff, and used her hands, her fingers circling around his frothy drooled-on base. But it was only to sway his cock around as she licked him like a popsicle. She gently pulled down his foreskin to give a long rough lick over his swollen cock head, licking around the rim of his crown, and lapping up the spit rolling down his length.

"I… huh… I think you should call him." Natasha advised from her spot, a little out of breath before she went back to shoving his cock deep down her throat.

"I should." Tony grabbed his phone from the table and relaxed further, pushing his hips forward, legs wider to deepthroat her better.

Natasha stretched her lips wider, opening her mouth as wide as she could, and plunged her head down straight. She took all of him, deep-throating his cock to the very base. The tip of her extended tongue intentionally tickled the patch of skin between his balls and cock, her hands caressed his sacks full of gems.

"Ugh… ugh." She moaned through her nose, fucking her face entirely with his cock.

Tony could feel his abs knotting up, the otherworldly feeling gripping him and throwing him into oblivion. His toes tapped restlessly on the floor, trying to remain composed as his world was rocked nonstop.

Tony's call connected just then. "How're you doing, you grumpy old man."

"What do you want?" Hank Pym's snarly voice came from the speaker.

Tony chuckled, keeping the phone on loudspeaker. "I heard you're building an A.I. Can I have a sneak peek?"

"Buzz off, Stark. Do I meddle in your research?"

"Yeah, that's because you can't, buddy. Now, I'm not calling you as Tony Stark, but as the President. I heard you're thinking of basing that A.I. off your brain. Don't do it, Hank. Trust me, I've been down that road—had to slam the brakes. It's uncharted territory. We really don't need Skynet Supreme running the show." Tony warned him sternly. "Don't build something you can't stop."

"I know what I'm doing, Stark. Mind your own damn business and play your little political games. I'm busy."

With that, the call got cut.

Tony sighed and put the phone away. "Well, I tried—oh!"

Tony's whole body stiffened up, he struggled to not lean over and grab Natasha's head and keep her there with all his might. The sensitive feeling was so amazing he couldn't help but grimace, confused if he should smash her face on his crotch or shove her away. He rested his palms on her head, letting her do all the work as the build-up in his loins fought for a way out.

"Ghk, ghk, ghk." Natasha kept going, her head bobbing faster and faster as her sucks grew fast and frantic. The sticky spit around her red lips had already drooled down to Tony's base, slathered all over his balls with her slender fingers.

Tony shuddered uncontrollably, twisting his fingers into her hair, and guiding her to strike the right spots. He was teetering on the edge, ready to paint her throat white.

Finally, in a blinding moment of shattering bliss, Tony abandoned all resistance. His thick, creamy batter surged out, blasting like a rocket. His hips jolted forward, sending his cock deeper into her throat as he came with utter ecstasy.

Natasha gulped and swallowed a big fat load, sealing her lips around his cock without letting a single drop make a mess out of his pants. She licked around his throbbing length, lapping up everything he gave, suckling every last drop until his cock was thoroughly cleaned. The heat in her mouth aroused her like no other, his sweet and salty cream, mouthwatering in its own way.

However, when she slowly pulled back, grazing her lips over his flesh, she realized that the President still had some hot gift to give. His virile cock was still standing at attention, twitching as if calling her over for another round.

"Shall we move elsewhere?" she said, raising a seductive eyebrow.

"Ha? Ah, yes!" Tony woke up from that heavenly trance and jumped to his feet, his cock still dangling. "To the bedroom then."

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Bzzzz…!

Bzzzz…!

Early in the morning, at 4 AM, Tony's phone began buzzing like crazy. It was just under his pillow so it woke him up instantly.

"Umm…" Natasha, naked after their earlier intimacy, released Tony from the cuddling hug and let him pick up the phone. She never opened her eyes, sleepy and sore.

"What is it now?" Tony already had PTSD. As the President, all late-night calls came with bad news. And since this was from Darcy, he knew it was bad. "Speak."

"Boss, Doctor Richard's ship had an accident. We lost all contact."

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